Chapter III: My College Roommate
Boston is one of the largest college cities in the world, so when I was accepted to one of the many universities in the city, I knew that I had to live on campus. I wasn't about to commute to school every day from the south shore when I could escape the chains of suburbia and be free to do what I want, when I wanted and with whomsoever I chose. So I signed up for on campus living and went through the whole entire nerve wracking routine of driving into the city, moving into my first home away from home.
The dorm was awesome, and I couldn't help but recall episodes of the 1 season wonder that was "Undeclared". I couldn't wait to make new friends and explore the city and all it had to offer. My life, after all, didn't completely revolve around sex, though there would certainly be plenty of that as well.
I got to dorm room first. It was a little overwhelming. A small common room with two bedrooms off of it which would house a total of four girls, two in each room. Laundry, Showers, Bathroom, and even bigger common room were down the hall. The floors were co-ed, and there was a group of four boys that shared a similar styled room, with the four remaining dorm rooms being single rooms with two beds.
I chose one of the bedrooms and started to unpack as I waited for the three other girls to arrive. One by one the three girls showed up, joining the newly formed sisterhood. There was Megan, a cute Texan cheerleader type with long dirty blonde hair, and a great body. Unfortunately, she was in fact, a former cheerleader and had the ditzy slightly self-absorbed personality to prove it. I was sure, however, that she would soon find out that college life is much different than high school, and that she was now back at the bottom of the totem-pole of social standings.
Next was Elisa, a shy brainy type girl from Chicago who didn't really say much. She was really sweet and I could tell that she could be gorgeous if she tried. With black hair like mine, loosely braided, she kept her beauty hidden behind thin framed glasses and a less than flattering wardrobe which did nothing to show off the natural curves that I would later find she possessed.
And finally, my roommate Gwen, an absolutely stunning red head, with a pair of perfectly rounded C cups and a tight ass. Her hair was curly and framed her cute freckled face. She immediately introduced herself and displayed the perfect personality one would want in a roommate. She was friendly, outgoing, and seemed adventurous, and even better, she was a Masshole like me! We immediately hit it off and were psyched to be rooming together.
In the coming weeks, the girls and I would hang out after classes. Some of us had classes together which helped for homework and studying. As predicted, Megan began to shed her uptight persona and started to get a little intimidated by the new world around her. Elisa began to open up and become less shy. I think we were the first real friends she had that made an effort to crack her shell. She'd even hang out with me and Gwen when we'd go on adventures up to Salem, down to Providence or the Cape, or just hanging out in the city.
Gwen and I became inseparable. We'd stay up late at night talking about everything, when we should have been studying. She confided in me and I confided in her. We even started to share fantasies with each other, and I was ecstatic that I had someone I could confess my urges to who was supportive and sweet about it. Specially since my brother was the only person I could talk to about those types of things before and he was away again at college in California.
Around Thanksgiving, people began to disperse to go home. Since Gwen and I were from Massachusetts, we decided we'd just drive home for the holiday but spend the rest of the break at school in our dorm. We waved goodbye to the girls as they left to go home, and spent the rest of the first day, lounging around, watching TV and gossiping.
Later than day, there was a knock at the door and I answered it. Standing in the doorway was a really cute guy. He had short spiky brown hair, and a goatee with specks of red in it. He wore an Aerosmith T-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. I smiled seductively up at him. "Hi there! Are you lost?" I leaned against the doorway, biting my lower lip and playing with my hair, twirling some around my finger.
He laughed. "You must be Lindsey," he said. "I'm Brian. I'm looking for..."
Before he could finish, Gwen let out a screech behind me. "Baby!" I moved in and to the side just in time, missing a possible trampling as Gwen jumped into the boy's arms and started covering his face and neck with kisses. "What...are...you...doing here?" she asked in between pecks.
"I came home for Thanksgiving, and they said you were staying at school over the break, so I figured I'd surprise you," he said while being dragged into the room.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. I hadn't seen her this excited before, but I could understand why she was. She had told me all about her boyfriend, Brian. They had gone to school together and started dating her Junior year of high school. They had been friends for a long time until he finally got up the courage to ask her out on a date. The whole story had sounded so romantic and sweet, and she was always telling me the little things he did to make her feel special and of course how their sex life was amazing.
After introductions and small talk, I soon became a bit of a third wheel. I knew she didn't mean for me to feel that way, but I couldn't help it. I knew how I'd feel if the proverbial shoe was on the other foot. So I excused myself to do some laundry and hit the gym.
Unfortunately for me, the school gym was closed during the break, so I had to go down to the YMCA on Huntington Street. This was, however, fortunate for Gwen and Brian who now had some extra alone time. I dropped of a load of laundry in the laundry room at home and took a jog down to the gym. When I got there, I practically had the place to myself and so I hopped on an elliptical machine and listened to some music while my mind drifted.
At the half hour mark, I decided to stop and cool down. I stretched out a little, looking around to see if any of the guys were watching me. They weren't. Of course the ratio of straight men to gay men at the Y isn't exactly an even one. So the image of me bending over in my short black workout shorts which rode perfectly up my ass when I stretched, and the white beater that was slightly see through thanks to the work out, exposing the shape of my nipples, didn't really do it for most of the guys in the gym.
I pouted slightly as I scooped up my bag and headed to the locker room for a shower. I peeled off the sweaty work out top and tossed it on the bench between the lockers. I pushed the waistband of my shorts down over my ass and wiggled out of them before grabbing a towel and heading to the shower stalls. I sighed at the loneliness I suddenly felt in the locker room. No one was around, and the only boys at the gym were eyeing each other.
I stepped under the hot water and closed my eyes as I let the water soak my hair. I was in a little bit of a horny mood. I couldn't help it. I even thought about checking out the steam room. Even if it were just gay guys, maybe I could at least witness a little action. Guys seemed to use that place to hook up. I caught a college aged kid getting a blow job from an older guy once when I went into the soak. They abruptly covered up, and I was taken aback by the initial shock, but I always wondered what would have happened if I had come in anyway and told them not to stop on account of me.
Thinking back on it, and how badly I wanted some action at the moment, I ran my soapy hands over my body, following the water's trail down my chest and the curve between my abdomen and my pussy. I pressed my fingers between my pussy lips and against my clit, deeply massaging myself as I leaned my back against the stall wall. I continued to play with myself as I envisioned different scenarios at the gym. Perhaps I'd try to make one happen someday.
After I finished up, I changed into my pajama bottoms and a school hoodie, and headed back to the dorms. I swapped out my wash into the dryer and headed upstairs. When I got inside the room, Gwen and Brian didn't seem to be there. The lights were off, and the place was silent. I figured they must have gone out to grab something to eat or maybe see a movie. So I cleaned up around the common room, and headed to my bedroom to hop online.
As I opened the door to the bedroom, I heard Gwen softly moaning. It was like a whisper. She just kept repeating, "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." But when I continued opening the door, I heard the two of them grabbing for covers and turned to see them covering themselves up, immediately turning flush with embarrassment.
I froze. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry Gwen!" I said. I knew I should have just turned and close the door, but I couldn't move. And I couldn't look away. Then I realized I was staring, and I continued to apologize. "Jesus! I'm sorry. I'm just gonna grab my laptop."
I entered the room as Gwen leaned back against Brian in bed. The two of them were chuckling as I tiptoed through the room searching around my side of the room for my laptop. I was having trouble finding it and I looked over at them. "God, I'm so sorry. I'm probably killing the mood."
